|"oh, okay! YAY!"|
|i saw that.|
You've been a busy girl these seven months, my Mabes. You've been on planes and trains and Suburbanmobiles, in ten states, and in April, we'll make that twelve (plus Disneyland!) You go to ballet and gymnastics and preschool and, well, anyplace else your busy family frequents. You roll with those punches, in typical third baby fashion. I think you'll be an up-for-anything kind of girl, the easygoing caboose on our crazy train. Loved to pieces by us all, that much is for sure.
|downtown, after lunch with the ladies.|
you stole the show, mg.